Page 27 of Killer's Obsession
“Alright.” He stands, his hand lingering on my shoulder for a moment before he walks away.
As soon as he’s out of earshot, Pinky leans forward. “Spill!”
“Spill what?”
“Whatever’s got you blushing like that!” She points at my cheeks. “Something happened between you two, didn’t it?”
Heat creeps up my neck. “Maybe.”
“Oh my god!” She bounces in her seat. “Did you guys finally do it?”
“Pinky!” I hiss, glancing around to make sure no one’s listening. “No, we didn’t... do it.”
“But something happened,” she presses, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I bite my lip, fighting a smile. “He asked me to move into his new house with him.”
Pinky’s mouth drops open, and for once, she’s speechless. Who would have thought that was even possible? Sure as heck not me.
“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious.
She shakes her head, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Nothing. It’s just... Killer doesn’t do relationships. Like, ever. And now he’s asking you to move in with him and kissing you like you’re his one and only.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I like it. I’m happy for you.”
A flutter of anxiety stirs in my stomach. “Does that make you nervous?”
“Why would I be nervous? I’m not the one moving in with him.”
“I meant... should I be nervous?”
Pinky tilts her head, studying me. “Are you?”
“Maybe a little,” I admit. “I don’t reallyknow him,know him.”
“Know him, know him?” She giggles. “Maybe not, but you know enough to know he’s a good man,” she says.
I nod, because it’s true.
In the three weeks I’ve been here, Killer has been nothing but gentle and patient with me. He’s held me through nightmares, kept me safe, and never pushed for more than I was ready to give.
“He is a good man,” I agree. “A little scary sometimes, but good.”
Pinky laughs. “He’s terrifying to everyone else. But with you?” She shakes her head. “It’s like watching a grizzly bear turn into a kitten.”
The image makes me giggle. “I don’t know if I would go that far.”
The front door swings open, and Cora walks in with two teenagers in tow. A tall boy with shaggy brown hair and a skinny girl with a mess of blonde curls. I recognize the boy as Beckett, Chief and Cora’s sort of adopted son, but I don’t know the girl.
“Hey, Cora!” Pinky waves enthusiastically. “Over here!”
Cora looks over at us and smiles, nudging the teens toward the pool table before heading our way. She’s beautiful in that sun-kissed, athletic way—tall and lean with sandy blonde hair and bright eyes.
“Ladies,” she greets, sliding into the empty chair at our table. “What’s up?”
“Memphis got a job!” Pinky announces before I can say anything.
Cora’s eyebrows shoot up. “Really? That’s fantastic!”
I smile, warmth spreading through my chest at her genuine enthusiasm. “Yeah. Killer just offered me a position at Saints Ink. As the receptionist.”
